Emi ponders for a few seconds before looking at you again. You wait patiently for her decision.
"I'm sorry for doing this. I couldn't think of a better place to store you for the time being..." Emi's voice turns soft.
"Wha...what? Where are you- Whoa!"
Before you manged to finish your sentence, Emi already pulled up the left sleeve of her white T-Shirt and stuffs you deep in to her armpits.
"I'm really really sorry. It's only for awhile until we reach your room." Emi proceeds to lower her left arm, encasing you in her hot, steamy and damp pits.
You were barely movable. Her armpits had pinned you down tight and you couldn't even move a muscle. Her smooth and slick skin rubs you under her arms. The scent of her body was strong. Surprisingly, her pits doesn't smell so bad but the amount of sweat trapped in there was too much. Probably because she did laps just now. You felt you prison shaking, indicating that Emi has already make a run for your room.
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